The strange frantic hate.

So go. Just go. Run away. Fly to the end of skies. Or fall into pit holes with no bottom. It doesn’t matter. Falling is just like flying too. Go somewhere you have never been before. Say all you want to say. And then catch your breath. I love you till the end.

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